Okay, so I know you're probably still laughing a little, if not your ass of still from the first chapter. Well, I just want to warn you that this chapter is actual meat...yes, you can take that in the dirtiest way possible...like France! ;D Or not. It still means that this is a section much like a normal story. Sorry, no more Facebook dialogue. In order for me to keep this story up and not have it removed by the site monitors I had to make a part of it story...apparently dialogue is not enough to be a story. Well here we go.

Enjoy~!

A sneak into their actual lives.

The albino blinked soft, feather eyelashes before standing on his long slender legs and stretching, his arms reaching up to the ceiling. Pale violet eyes bore into the sight before him as a pale, tone abdomen peaked under the edge of the tank top. The shallow dip of a flawless navel gained attention as it too was revealed briefly.

Sighing as he relaxed, the albino strode across the room and placed his phone on the bedside table. He eyed the small lump under the Prussian flag comforter and smiled slyly. He may have been nice and submissive earlier, but he was going to get his revenge. His ass still hurt after the hour long session in which he was forced to chug an entire keg of his finest beer through his before mentioned.

He had originally intended for said occurrence to happen to his boyfriend. It was his plan afterwards to then give him the hottest, first rim job he would ever get as the albino consumed his favorite beverage from that tight, hot little hole, but apparently his little Canadian didn't take kindly to the idea of a beer enema. Instead, said Canadian turned the tables and took control of the situation, forcing the albino into a hardcore and drunken submission.

Getting onto the bed, he crawled over the lump and quickly stole the comforter from his boyfriend's form. He grinned as the small Canadian squeaked in protest.

"Hey!" The blonde beneath him barked almost softly. "Gilbert, that's not fair! I was getting warm without you…"

"Oh, but you're not going to get warm…I'm not going to allow you to." Gilbert replied, his voice turning husky and growing deeper with each syllable passed his lips. Matthew shivered.

"W-what are you going to—!"

He was cut short of his question when Gilbert suddenly slammed his mouth to Matthew's, lips massaging Matthew's softer ones and tongue working at separating the seam of his mouth. Fingers trailed up a smooth, creamy thigh and sweet moans left Matthew's parted lips as the hot tendrils of pleasure and lust thickened his blood and hazed his thoughts. Gilbert took the initiative and delved into that part mouth, licking and sucking at all he could, savoring and nearly salivating at his boyfriend's taste.

Blunt nails of a small hand raked down his back, raising goosebumps in their wake, as the slender fingers of Matthew's other hand tangled into the softest of white feather. The hand on the back of his head pressed Gilbert closer to Matthew as he deepened the kiss so that teeth clashed and lips almost bruised.

The hand on his thigh trailed up his chest, dragging more blunt nails across sensitive skin and dug into the hardened nipples on Matthew's chest. The Canadian moaned into Gilbert's mouth as sharp teeth bit into his bottom lip, sending searing pain and pleasure through him. Breaths hitched as the need for air grew stronger with each passing moment and when Gilbert moved down, teeth sinking into newer flesh and creating a trail of bite marks and small bruises along Matthew's neck and down his chest Matthew tossed his head back onto the sheets, blonde hair spraying out like a halo around his head, and gasped for air as his lungs contracted hard in his chest, desperate for oxygen.

"G-gil-b-bert!" He half-moaned, half-gasped as the heat burned his body and he found himself too aroused to ignore.

Moving further down his boyfriend's body, tone thighs were parted as bent limbs were propped up. Strong German shoulders were pushed under each thigh and Matthew moaned as hot, burning air billowed over his aroused skin, feeding more heat to his scorching fire that was building up so endearingly. Slender fingers pressed into beautiful hipbones and Matthew reached down between his legs to curl his fingers into Gilbert's incredibly soft hair. It slide sensually between his fingers as Matthew moaned again in German; his sinfully, wanton words spilling into awaiting ears and asking for rough, animalistic actions that even the gods themselves would roll off their thrones in Heaven and pummel to Earth, if they were listening in.

A smooth, wet muscled slid along the puckered skin and Matthew threw back his head again as he pleaded more in the German tongue and continued to arouse Gilbert even more with the rough, husky words rolling off his tongue. Suddenly, the scorching muscle breached his clenched entrance and Matthew raised his head in brief shock before slamming his head back down onto the pillows, opening his throat and screaming.

Gilbert was devouring Matthew's insides as if he was enjoying the most delicious delicacy know to humankind, his tongue working wonders on the inside walls that clenched and fluttered with every assault against then. Matthew continued screaming and crying out in pleasure as white stars scattered his vision. The burning, breaching and heated stretch was too much for his mind to comprehend and Matthew lost his breath as fingers, slick, with gods know what, slipped inside and stretch sensitive walls in all directions. The pads of said fingers sliding in so deep and slipping out only to slide back in and slam into nerves more sensitive than any others.

A long string of French cursing escaped Matthew's parted lips as he found himself riding the highest form of pleasure he had every been on. Gilbert hummed as he worked his way deeper into the hottest depths he had ever known and sent the final wave of pleasure coursing through Matthew's body.

The white stars that shattered across Matthew's sky like a tsunami in his mind crashed down on him and Matthew couldn't find words, or noises to express how he was feeling. At the highest crescendo of his ecstasy, Matthew fell down into the darkness of his mind as he passed out from the intensity of his first rim job.

Gilbert sat back to admire his work.

"Well fuck."

Ok, so yea…Gilbert actually knocks poor Matthew out with his awesome skills…isn't he just awesome? ;D

Onward to the next chapter! :D